Rita stared into the distance, why were they so mean to everyone? She sung softly staring out the window wishing they had never changed.

{Just so you folks know the rules were supposed to say 1-4 paragraphs - I'm gonna change it to a paragraph but try not to do one-liners..}

Elizebeth silently walks through the chaotic halls. Her arms are hugged tightly around her chest. She flips her long bangs out of her eyes and glances around. She had been looking at the groung the whole time but now she lookes up a little. Everyone was around. No one was around to talk to. Most of her friends were busy doing... other things.
Over the people in the halls she sees something barreling towards her. Some boy is running down the hall and running into everybody. Before he can run into her she teleports out of the way, watching him crash into a trash can. She giggles quietly to herself.

Fay sat at the desk of her room looking out into the court yard of the facility. The place was built to keep them in, high walls and barbed wire even the windows had bars, it was a little depressing. Other then the ext-ream precautions to keep them around and in it wasn't to bad she mused.Food, eh not half bad, the structure was like an over board boarding school she thought. Beds, more like cots, rooms some were single some were double some held more, were blan. All rooms had white walls and was just one solid room. They had the luctury of cable and to keep any electronics you had previously as long as you were obedient. There of course were much worse places through out the facility and it defiantly was not what one would call a school, they tought, but it as more just a way to keep them going. There were rooms were no one wanted to go and some no one came back from. Fay's roommate had hit 21 last year, "graduating" they called it or doing whatever happens when you turn to old for this place, "most likely slaughter like the rest" she thought, so she was left with the place to herself.

Looking at the time she gathered all her things from her desk and slipped it into her bag then grabbed an towel and some new clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. Not all the rooms had their own bath but she had one of the original rooms in the west wing which had that luctury before they expanded. Turning on the hot water Fay hung her town over the rod and got in starting to scrub clean and wash her hair. Today was going to be another day, just as repetitive and the last and next, she lightly hoped for a little random excitement.

Illia stood in one of the hundreds of corridors, simply watching the events happening around her. Quietly, she hummed a song her mother used to tease her with. She sang the words under her breath, but stopped as she noticed a boy barreling down the hall.

"Someone's going to get their tushie whacked for that," she commented quietly, remembering the 'no running' rule that had very few exceptions.

She watched silently, her mind elsewhere until she realized that the girl between him and her had teleported out of the way.

"Eep!" Illia rippled, taking on the appearance of her surroundings as she fled behind a trash can.
As the boy ran into the aforementioned can, Illia glared at him, even though she knew he was unable to see it, "Watch where you're going! There are other people here. I mean, you aren't an all-mighty-person-that-people-move-out-of-the-way-of!" Finished with her rant, Illia rippled again, taking on her own appearance once more as she stepped from behind the trash can, brushing dirt from her Capris, which much to her dislike, revealed the three long scars on the back of her right leg, only bright white lines and memories now.

Waiting impatiently for an answer from the boy, which she held in a scrutinizing gaze, Illia found the time to run her fingers through her silky brown hair, contemplating while she waited.

Fay had finished her shower and was pulling on black knee length suede boots. Standing she looked herself over in the mirror, waring maroon colored leggings with a black lacy skirt and maroon speggetti strap top and black cardigan, she thought she looked rather put together. Her dark hair hung loose and she applied some black liner lightly and added a dark red stain to her lips. Grabbing her books Phedre walked out of her room and locked the door to head down to class. It wasn't to far to her first class just one floor down and two halls over.

Fay had just made it to her first corridor when she watched at the other end of the hall some young boy nearly ran down this girl but she ducked against a trash can before he could trample her down. As she got closer she started to make out what she was yelling to him. "Watch where you're going! There are other people here. I mean, you aren't an all-mighty-person-that-people-move-out-of-the-way-of!" it wasn't as near;y as amusing to her as was the circumstances the girl had acquired the scars on the backs of her legs. Her vision made it easy for her to see the bright white lines and it intrigued her why such a young girl would have such wounds. About a foot from them now she piped up "She's right, you have no business running around like a 5 year old among such a busy walk way, you could hurt some one or get hurt by someone allot stronger who wont put up with such stupidity" she said, her voice firm and commanding as she flicked her wrist a bit towards him, her nails long and sharp to pierce flesh.

James was walking around while looking at the school and all of the other sorts of breeds in these children and older ones surrounding him. "What a great place to be," His voice was sarcastic as he sighed heavily, he missed home. Eventually he looked all around for some company to talk with or just to stand with, he felt very alone. When finding no luck he walked around quickly with no point of where to go. He soon heard voices near him and he saw a small girl and what looked like a regular older girl talking to him. "Oh I'm very sorry... Must watch where I am going then." An apologetic smile lit up his face as he looked at the two girls, he didn't want any enemies yet.

{Haha I love how you turned him into the running guy...}

Lizbeth looks around, her vision slowly coming back into focus after teleporting. She scowls at the boy then looks back at the blonde girl and the girl with lots of peircings. She opens her mouth, then realizes that the other girls had already been on the boy's case enough.
"So anyways, I'm Elizebeth, nice to meet you," she says with a somewhat blank expression on her face, she didn't want to look too eager. She doesn't smile either.
She puts her hand on the wall for support then it begins to tingle. She takes her hand off the wall and where it had there is a charred hand print. "Oops.." she says, not sarcastic, but then again, with no other emotions either.

James stared at the girls until a girl with red and black hair came up to them, she went by Elizebeth. "Ahhh well nice to meet you Elizebeth, my name is James." Seeing that she had charred the wall, his eyes widened slightly. "What are you a mix of?" His face was friendly and he smiled with his fangs showing shiny and long. His eyes were a soft shade of blue that meant he was happy and content at the moment, he was making friends. That was all he wanted to do before anything else at this eerie school.

She strains her mouth muscles to make sort of a smile. She glances at the wall and then back him because he was talking to her. Lizbeth listens to his question they chews on her lip a moment. She should be proud of her heratage right? Right. "Well more species than I can count actually," she explains, "But," she adds not wanting to sound all mighty or anything, "I mostly got Dragon and Warlock.. from my parents, who were even more mixes of things..."
She trails off, "Sorry, I'm rambling again aren't I?" she mutters running her fingers through her hair.

"Anyways," Illia paused, contemplating, "my name is Illia and I have class to get to."

Flashing a grin back at the others as she headed away from them, she 'rippled' or used her chameleon heritage to blend in with her surroundings and become invisible to the naked eye. The only down side? Her clothing and eyes were still perfectly visible as she jogged up to her room, retrieved her books, and returned to the crowded hallways to find her classroom.

{[Sorry for the short post]}

James smiled, "Well then I hope that I will see you all soon but Illia has a point. Class will be starting soon." He swiftly spun around before remember and turned his head to look at Elizebeth, "By the way, you weren't rambling. You're a cute mix, you're very lucky." Then he smiled softly before making his way up to his dorm room and quickly grabbing his bag full of books with a sigh. School, school, school. After that he ran to his classroom, nearly colliding with more people as he slid into his new classroom with a small smile. "Hello..." Sitting down quickly as he said that as he looked around for a face to talk to or one of the girls who he talked to earlier.

{Oh.. in my idea of the roleplay it wasn't actually a school... but I forgot to type it haha. Oh well.}

Lizbeth gives a little nod to the bodiless clothes jogging down the hall and looks back at the others. She listens to the boy, James, talking. Her eyes widen, in surprise, 'cute mix?' she thinks. "Oh well thanks.. and um yeah.. I don't have a class yet.. but see ya."
She runs her fingers through her hair, letting it flop back to its regular position as she glances back at James, waiting for him to leave.

{Nyaah shortness.. anyways um... I am going to post some classes that they can take and locations and all that..}